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Today I finished Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood, a book I enjoyed a lot, and yet felt like it could have been more. I kept expecting the memoir to open up, from an exuberant description of her idyllic childhood, to a more general reflection on the world in which she grew up and her placeContinue reading “Neurodiversity and Literature: Thoughts on Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood”